Residual,
like a bad dream
that you fall back into
time and time again.
It’s not reoccurring
because it’s only one night
of horrible memories
and villainy,
calamitous intent
that drives the stake
into a werewolf heart.
It doesn’t do anything.
It’s laughable in the morning
after the cold sweats
recede.
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Poem-A-Day: Day 23
Nightmare
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